"Master, do you really want to take off your Taoist robe?"
"Take it off."
"Master, do you even have to take off your underwear?"
"Take it off."
"Master, can my disciple not take off his clothes?"
"If you don't take it off, how can you massage it if you don't take it off?"
Zhang Taichu was lying on a big soft bed with a comfortable look on his face. Behind him was a female technician who looked professional. She was applying essential oil to his body and rubbing it constantly, making him feel very comfortable.
On the other side of the big soft bed, Zhang Lingyu seemed at a loss.
The face that used to be calm in the eyes of the Longhu Mountain disciples is now flushed and looks extremely shy.
"Brother, please lie down on this bed so that I can massage you."
A little girl in uniform said timidly, with the same shy face, not daring to look at Zhang Lingyu's face, and reached out to help him take off his outer robe.
But it clicked again, and was gently pushed away by an invisible force. The little girl rubbed her eyes to make sure it was not an illusion.
"Master, aren't you taking your disciples down the mountain to practice?" Zhang Lingyu couldn't help but said, her eyes looking panicked.
If Zhang Taichu hadn't still been here, he would have fled long ago and left this so-called "heaven and earth".
"Why isn't it practice?" Zhang Taichu half-squinted his eyes and said with a contented expression, "Does it mean that in your eyes, the only practice you see is sitting alone and meditating all day long? Is that considered practice?"
Zhang Lingyu listened and said without hesitation: "Of course not, but my disciple also knows that falling into the world of mortals will only make people upset and full of distracting thoughts. How can we talk about cultivation? Only by leaving the mortal world can we maintain peace and quiet, right?"
"But if you haven't picked it up, how can you put it down? If you don't understand this mortal world, how can you get out of it?"
Zhang Taichu said and waved to Zhang Lingyu: "You don't even dare to take off your shell, how dare you say that you are facing this mortal world?"
Zhang Lingyu was startled. At first glance, it seemed that what the master said made sense, but after careful consideration, he couldn't believe the true meaning.
"Disciple, you can't emerge from the mortal world until you enter the mortal world." Zhang Taichu continued.
Hearing this, Zhang Lingyu gritted his teeth, suppressed all the thoughts in his heart, and gave up.
His slender fingers were trembling as he untied the long belt around his waist, revealing the white cedar clothes underneath.
She closed her eyes tightly again, took off her underwear with a flushed face, and then fell on the big soft bed with a plop.
When the waiter on the side saw this, he stepped forward and applied the prepared essential oil on Zhang Lingyu's fair body bit by bit.
Zhang Lingyu, who was sensing all this, closed his eyes tightly, his disheveled white hair covering his eyes, and his exposed face was twisted, as if he was undergoing extremely painful punishment.
Zhang Taichu opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Lingyu, who was lying on the bed with a face that looked like he was being tortured. He curled his lips and showed some relief in his eyes.
This little baby, no matter how reluctant he was, listened to what he said, but still did it.
In fact, what he just said is not important.
The important thing is to let the disciple Zhang Lingyu take this step on his own.
Face those things that he once thought were embarrassing, dirty, and difficult to cut off—to see what they were like.
Only by truly seeing it can we make the right choice.
"Wow, it's so comfortable." Zhang Taichu muttered to himself, leaning on the soft pillow, feeling a little sleepy.
——
Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Mansion.
Willow shoots on the moon.
Zhang Zhiwei, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon and fell into meditation again, didn't know when he opened his eyes again.
I always feel a little uncomfortable in my heart.
He thought for a while, then took out a piece of yellow paper from his sleeve robe and unfolded it.
What appeared on the paper was the matchup schedule for the matches after the Luotian Dajiao.
His eyes wandered, and finally stopped at Zhuge Qing's column. After a long time, he let out a sigh of relief.
But at this moment.
Outside the wooden door, there was a faint aura of restraint.
Zhang Zhiwei raised his head, looked at the place where the breath came from, and immediately said: "Why are you hanging around the door at night?"
An old and powerful voice sounded, and the closed wooden door squeaked and was pushed open.
A young man wearing a Taoist robe appeared with a smile, and with these dull dark circles under his eyes, he raised his hand and said, "Good morning, Master Tian."
Zhang Zhiwei was a little surprised when he saw the person coming: "It turns out to be Xiao Wang. It's late at night, so sneaky. What's wrong with holding it in?"
"Hey, I'm not here to help you solve your problems." Wang Ye scratched his head.
"Oh? Solving problems?"
"Well, let me say hello to you." Wang Ye said, looking at the match list in the hands of the old master: "You don't have to worry about Zhuge Qing."
"Look at this match list. He will be in my hands tomorrow. I will eliminate him."
"If you want to ask the commander-in-chief of Zhengyi Celestial Master to plot against a junior from the Wuhou sect, don't do it, don't even think about it."
"Not only does it affect the reputation of the Tianshi Mansion, but it also changes one's personal destiny."
"So, leave it to me."
After Wang Ye finished speaking, he quietly looked at Zhang Zhiwei in front of him.
After hearing these words, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes flashed with surprise, but he did not expect that what he was thinking would be known to the king.
In fact, what he really wanted to do during this Luo Tian Dajiao was to give Zhang Chulan a chance to compete for the final position of Heavenly Master.
But according to the schedule released today, there is a high probability that Zhang Chulan will face Zhuge Qing, who is emerging among the younger generation, in the schedule the day after tomorrow.
Tonight, he was hesitating and conflicting about this matter, but he never thought that a junior from Wudang would come to his door and take the initiative to solve the problem.
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but sigh: "Okay, Xiao Wang, your master, Taoist Master Yunlong, every time he comes to my Longhu Mountain to place orders, he always mentions several of his apprentices. When it comes to you, then But he always shakes his head, sighs and gnashes his teeth."
"Are you sure you can fight against Fang Ge Qing? Even if Zhang Lingyu fights against him, I wouldn't dare to give him this guarantee."
Wang Ye: "So... yes?"
"Oh, why don't you let me, old man, try your skills first?" Zhang Zhiwei said, with a glint in his eyes.
The next moment, Zhang Zhiwei's figure sitting cross-legged disappeared in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely fast slap fell directly from Wang Ye's head!
There was a soft bang, and the force of the slap hit the green bricks on the ground. Wang Ye almost turned into a phantom, barely avoiding the slap, and had already exited the cabin.
His feet scraped dust on the ground, and he retreated under the courtyard wall.
"What a fast move." Wang Ye muttered to himself.
The next moment, there was another chill coming from behind!
His pupils shrank, and without any hesitation, he stretched out his hand to seal the secret and said: "Luanjin Tuo!"
Strange fluctuations spread out in an instant, slowing down the slap from the Heavenly Master behind him.
In this very short period of time, Wang Ye rolled and flashed several feet away.
"Hu~hu——"
His chest heaved, breathing heavily, and beads of sweat appeared on his face. He looked at Zhang Zhiwei's figure a few feet away, with a look of horror in his eyes.
He used all his strength to hold the Golden Tuo, but he could only freeze the Heavenly Master for a moment!
